Elijah is a young black guy who smokes too much pot, we are in the psych ward this year, and he wants to touch my hair. No you can't. We talk about perfectly good food going to waste, these drug addicts just needed a place to sleep. We color, a lot. We laugh. We pray. He says he has big plans of going to school, starting over. I tell him he doesn't have to have it all figured out, I'm 47 and don't have it all figured out, just get a job. I give him leads. We keep saying, Mindfulness. I leave the ward to him dancing down the hall in a gown.